Page 94 of The Headmaster’s Rule

God. Why is that phrase so hot?

“You’ll do exactly what I tell you, got that? You’re following my rules now.”

I nod eagerly. Testing him, I add, “And if I don’t?”

“There will be consequences, Miss Hart.”

My pulse jumps with excitement. If these are the same consequences I faced in the copy room, they can’t come quickly enough.

He takes a measured breath, holding himself in check. “Are you sure you want this, sweetheart? You want me to be rough with you?”

My heart squeezes at his hesitation. As if I could think of him as anything other than a good man.

“Please,” I breathe. “I want you to be rough.”

His gaze moves over me for another long moment. “If I give you what you’re asking for, you’d better be sure you can take it, because once I start, I’m not going to stop until I’m done.”

His promise sends a delicious shiver of anticipation through me. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much. I promise.”

This seems to satisfy him, and he nods. Pushing back from the desk, still in his chair, he motions to the floor.

“Then get on your knees.”

I huff an aroused breath, dropping to the worn carpet in front of him, below his desk. His eyes smolder as he looks down at me, ready to do whatever he asks.

“Take out my cock.”

Slick heat rushes between my thighs as I fumble with his belt, freeing his already stiff length. God, it’s gorgeous. Long, thick, snaked with veins, the head dark red and begging for my mouth.

But before I can swallow him down like I so desperately want to, he takes it in his own big hand, stroking it in my face. My mouth waters at the sight, wanting nothing more than to suck him hard and lick him clean, but he doesn’t let me have it. Instead, he grips his dick at the base, tapping it on my bottom lip, teasing me.

“You want the headmaster’s cock? Say it.”

I hesitate. He knows I want it, but can I actually say it?

“That’s a shame, Miss Hart.” He shakes his head in disapproval. “It looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” He moves as if to tuck himself back into his pants, and panic zips through me.

“I want your cock,” I say urgently. “I need it, Headmaster Wright.” I fix my gaze on his, deadly serious. “I’ve needed it since day one.”

He groans as his control slips, releasing himself for me to take. I wrap my fist around him, so hot and hard in my hand, licking his salty tip. His breath hisses out as I do, a vein popping in his neck as he tenses. Then I suck him into my mouth, relishing the way he’s big enough to hit the back of my throat, making my jaw ache.

His hand fists in my hair, eyes hooded and dark. “That’s it, baby. Nice and slow.”

But I don’t want to go slow.

I slurp him greedily, one hand on the base of him, the other finding his balls as I tug, massage, pleasure him. He moans, then catches himself, jaw tightening as he reels his control back in. His hand tightens in my hair, just enough to send a wisp of pain prickling across my scalp. The molten heat between my thighs becomes a torrent, and I shift restlessly, loving every second.

“Slowly, Miss Hart. It looks like you need a firmer reminder of who’s in charge.”

I whimper along his shaft, hoping he’ll make good on that promise. He loosens his grip in my hair as I focus on taking my time, focus on worshipping his thick, beautiful cock.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” he rasps, watching me work him.

He’s right. I love surrendering to him like this, kneeling, obedient, knowing he owns every part of me right now. To show him just how much, I take him right to the back of my throat, eyes watering as I gag on the sheer size of him. He grits out a curse, eyes smoky and hooded.

“You love choking on me like the dirty girl you are.”

God, the way he talks to me makes me feral. Serious, restrained Headmaster Wright saying the filthiest things. Who knew he had this side to him?